Pheasant draws me down the lane He entrances me with his colours Unafraid to dazzle. I pace, thinking how the world has taught me to be careful. I reach the seven sisters, my Beech pioneer. One trunk is storm damaged but still stands. A piece of bark is loose. I see a bird in … More Flying in a new direction.
As a self employed woman living near the border between the north and south of Ireland, my work comes in all shapes, sizes and locations. I was lucky enough to work recently on a project with a good friend Bee Smith in County Cavan. It was part of a wider project funded by Peace IV … More Metamorphosis
I am prepared to wait, unlit, In my place; contemplating While overhead, the world waits, sunlit. I dig deep. My roots go down, Feeding, searching, far and wide, Anchoring me for what’s to come. I plunge through ancient layers While worms caress and coil Finding secrets hidden there. When I am filled with potential … More Unearthed
It’s been months since I’ve been in the bog and I was thirsty to be there again. When snow gave way to blue skies I bolted from the house, down the lane that is the threshold. There is much here that echoes life. I cannot walk a straight path but must meander, scouting ahead for … More A Blog from the Bog